Page 7 of New Year, New Baby
What the fuck!?!?the voice in my head howls.Where the fuck did this come from?You haven’t ever wanted rugrats.Soiled diapers, foul odors, and burps that smell like sour milk?Fuck no!
But that sentiment’s not quite right either.When I married Betsy, in our early years, we wanted to get pregnant.Unfortunately, those dreams were dashed within months of inception because Betsy got sick almost immediately.But many eons ago, Ididcontemplate becoming a father, even if the idea only lasted for a few short months.
Yet now, it seems those dreams have come roaring back to life.Even worse, they seem to have come roaring back as I enjoy a meal with my beautiful stepdaughter, our hands clasped as she smiles at me innocently.
“That’s so wonderful,” Nova murmurs.“I’d love to be a mother too.It’s definitely something I look forward to.”
My cock goes rigid as every cell hums alive in my body.Holy fuck, is this conversation going where I think it’s going?Is Nova going to ask me to be a daddy to her future children?
Unbidden, my cock stiffens under the table as my balls grow heavy, filling with seed.Goddamn, I’d love that.I’d love to enjoy this young woman’s curves, making her scream with pleasure as I plunder her soft white body.I’d love to see Nova’s back arch as she comes so hard that she sits up in bed, her legs shaking as she takes my shaft deep within her sopping folds.I’ll spray her fertile fields with my male seed.I’ll make sure she’s pregnant within our first few acts of intimacy.
Then, I have a vision of Nova, beautiful and radiant, her belly heavy with my child inside.I see her in a warm bath as I wash her hair, her eyes closed with pleasure as my fingers massage her scalp.Then, Nova stands once the bath is done, that lush, pregnant figure slick and gleaming with my baby inside.I press a reverent kiss to her distended belly, gently saying hello to the life within.
Have you fucking lost your mind?the voice in my head barks harshly.What, you think this is a Hallmark romance?You really think you could be a good father?A good husband?
The word “husband” snaps me out of my reverie because I haven’t thought about getting re-married since Betsy died.It’s been more than ten years since my wife passed, but the prospect of tying the knot again never entered my mind.It’s not that the idea repulsed me.It’s that I never even thought of it because Betsy occupied a sacred space, and no other woman could possibly live up to her ideal.
But now, my brain’s gone haywire because I’m dreaming ofNovaat my side, pregnant with my child.Hell, I’m envisioning the gorgeous blonde pregnant again and again, filling this townhouse full of our kids.I see her in a white dress at the altar, smiling at me beneath a veil, with her tummy already large with our first baby.Hell, I can see us exchanging rings ...
But then reality jolts me back to Earth because the young woman smiles sweetly before removing her hand.
“I guess this is as good of a time as any, Daddy, since we’re on the topic.Do you think I could get a prescription for birth control from you?You are an ob-gyn, after all.It’d be easy.”
The question plummets me back to Earth where I land with a spectacular crash.My stepdaughter, whom I’d just envisioned in a white wedding gown, is asking me to prescribe birth control for her ...because she wants to sleep with another man.
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Nova
Hunter’s gaze clouds and then darkens.He pulls away psychically, even if his large form is still in the same place at the table.
“What do you need birth control for?”he asks in a smooth voice.“Are your periods too heavy?Too light?Are you experiencing unexplained mood swings?”
I bite my lip because I’m not sure what to say at this moment.But I decide to go with it.
“It just seems like something I should do,” I murmur, a blush beginning to creep over my cheeks.“You know I’m a senior in high school now, and soon to be off to college.I just want to be ready.”
There, that’s a good answer.The statement screams volumes without actually saying anything because the fact is thatI’mnot even sure why I want birth control.But it seems like something useful to have on hand, just in case I decide to have sex.Of course, there’s no one actually to have sex with because the boys at school are ridiculous.They’re either thin, reedy types like David Cooper, or lunkheads like Stan Wentworth.I’m not attracted to either, even if they seem attracted to me.
But thereisone person I’m attracted to, and he’s right here in front of me.In fact, I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with him.Yet the man of the house is gorgeous as he stares at me from across the dining room table, that blue gaze blazing.His expression is a bit thunderous at the moment, but I know it’s only out of concern.
“So you need birth control ‘just in case.’In case of what, may I ask?”
I swallow heavily before pasting a carefree smile on my face.
“In case of anything.Like Smokey Bear says,” I say in a whimsical tone.“It pays to be prepared.”
“Really,” he drawls.“I see.”Hunter’s voice is casual, but his broad shoulders are rigid.He sits unmoving in his chair, the planes of his face like granite except for some tightening around his eyes.
“Well, I guess I could look into Plan B,” I say in an innocent tone.“But like I said before, it’s better to be prepared ahead of time.You know, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.You agree, right Daddy?Isn’t it better to be ready for the moment, rather than caught unawares?”
There, that definitely gives some color to my request for birth control pills.I’m hinting at the possibility of sex, even though I have no one to have sex with.
But Hunter nods slowly then.His jaw is so tight it looks like solid granite, and his fingers flex ever so slowly as he grips and then un-grips his utensils.
“Were you thinking of the pill?”he manages without a shake in his voice.“Or an IUD?Or some other type of birth control?”
I blush a little myself because this is such an intimate conversation.It’s a bit embarrassing too, because Hunter’s so handsome and domineering, even when dressed casually.He’s wearing a black sweater and dark jeans.His raven hair is brushed off that high, proud forehead, and his cheekbones seem even more pronounced than usual.It must be the flickering candlelight, casting his masculine features into harsh planes and valleys.
